The self-confessed ladies man and executive bar chef at Néktar shares tales of violence and smooth moves with Jalean Wong.

I got expelled for throwing a chair at a teacher. You could say I was a kid with a lot of issues.

My one real weakness is Champagne. Two glasses make me happy, a bottle makes me extremely happy, anything more and I hit the floor.

A lady who knows how to drink and can differentiate between quality and something that’s just mediocre really gets me hot.

I’m a perfectionist, a stickler for details and a full-on control freak. I’m not comfortable in situations when I’m not in charge. On that same note, I don’t do well being controlled.

When I’m out, I always, always put coasters under a glass, for myself and the people around me. If there aren’t any coasters around, I’ll use a napkin. Occupational hazard, really.

I don’t use pick-up lines, I just say hello. At the risk of sounding arrogant, my success rate is about 75 percent.

I spend way too much money on food. I dropped 600 bucks the last time I was at Osteria Mozza.

A few weeks ago while I was out with some friends, I stepped on the stem of a broken Champagne flute. It punctured my Dr. Martens, broke off and lodged itself in my foot. The piece of glass was a good inch-and-a-half long, and so there I was at 6am in the hospital, drunk, in pain and cussing my ass off. Not fun.

Ethics are very important to me. I’m big on a set of rules that I stick to. Simply, do unto other what you want others to do unto you.

Growing up, my parents made sure I associated punctuality with respect. So it’s a real deal breaker for me when someone’s always late.

My friends think I’m funny, punctual and an asshole.
I’m a firm believer that there’s no such thing as a man’s drink or a ladies drink.

Although that being said, I can’t help but judge my customers by what they drink.

I once made a tequila-based coffee martini for one of my female customers which she described as “hot prison sex.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

Sex is like air, it’s essential. Love is like penicillin: You don’t need too much of it.

I’ve been known to throw people out of the bar, literally. I won’t tolerate abuse to my staff.

Autobiographies are the only books I read. They really inspire me.

Never, ever give up. Always put your head down and keep on trucking.

I have dreams of owning my very own sugar cane plantation and distilling my own rum. I’d move to Sri Lanka for that.

If the world was going to end tomorrow, I’d pull up a nice beach chair on the highest peak of the Grand Canyon with a very, very good aged rum and a massive sphere of ice in a nice, crystal vessel and watch it all happen.

My mom and I are like friends; there’s a level of mutual understanding. We even meet up for lunch.